To eat, to pray , and to love

To eat, to pray, and to love
But who really has time for the above
perhaps something we might be forced to do
Therefore what is this indicative of?

We have since stopped to wonder
We have since forgotten to dreams
Into a aimless sleep we slip into
only to wake-up to a world has-been

Could we steal a private moment away
and pause if only to reflect
But the rush-hour is quite upon us
There is no time even for regret

The End

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